When you look for ultra-distance cycling in Internet, you come across definitions like “an ultra-distance cyclist is a rider with much experience on bikes, very great control of the sensations and that has managed to maximize tolerance to tiredness. We are not talking about a rapid or explosive cyclist, but of a constant and self-assured rider”. When I read this, I wondered, am I like that? Do people see me like that?
Would I define myself as a cycling lover, with a bit of madness – but who isn’t like that? – and with great passion. Based on that, we simply say that we are lucky to being dedicated to my greatest passion, and that my people share this passion. They, who have always been there, Never abandon me, please!
``We are not talking about a rapid or explosive cyclist, but of a constant and self-assured rider``. When I read this, I wondered, am I like that?
On the fine line that links madness to wisdom is where we find the impossible challenges. Those that awaken our inner child and make us see a parallel reality full of passion where fear does not exist, where the question igniting the motor we have inside arises: Why don’t I try it?
And that motor definitely started 9 years ago with three words: Race Across America... The apple of my eye.
And that motor definitely started 9 years ago with three words: Race Across America… I already presented this in my last post: 5,000 km., cross the United States from coast to coast, the summit of a speciality, the hardest ultra-distance cycling race. The apple of my eye.
I finished eighth, and that experience marked my life. The life of the team that accompanied me. Adventurers, sports persons, newcomers, mad people, heroes, unforgettable memories. I can still hear those sounds, the music of those loudspeakers on the support car, smells and dawns of intense pain and cold…, “Take a breath Julian, take a breath”, “constant, continuous, keep that way… 1 kilometre more, another one…” Sensations of a first time that far from scaring us, made us carry on. And we still have not stopped carrying on.
I can still hear those sounds, the music of those loudspeakers on the support car, smells and dawns of intense pain and cold..., ``Take a breath Julian, take a breath``
Much has changed since that distant 2004, when I heard my name for the first time next to the word: “ultra-distance” The intensity is gaining land on the stability. Terms like “resistance to speed” change the way we approach a speciality that from the beginning the fastest is the winner, but that until it is explained you never understand it. Improve, evolve, continue travelling in the discovery of adaptations and trying to leave a grain of sand in the entire process, Make it known, and see how others with this exceed us but to that way achieve that the process continues.
Therefore, when I read again the definition I found of ultra-distance cycling I can only ask myself again: What is ultra-distance? - . It is my passion
Therefore, when I read again the definition I found of ultra-distance cycling I can only ask myself again: What is ultra-distance? – . It is my passion.